Bili isn't your ordinary CEO. No, she's young, beautiful, and has an unhealthy obsession with sex. But after a bad experience with a former partner, she decides that maybe, it's time to simmer down on her sex addict ways. But what happens when she m...
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Time seemed to slow down recently, making my suffering last a lot longer. On average, I think about sex maybe nine hours out of the day. Usually, I quench my thirst for sex almost immediately, so my thoughts would diminish for a bit. But since I cut sex out of my life completely, my thoughts about sex heightened and burned through my body now for at least twelve hours out of the day.
It's only been a week since I cut off everything and I swear it's been the hardest thing I ever encountered in my life. Well, maybe I'm lying but still it's bad. My core throbs constantly and I can't do anything about it. All thanks to my best friend who has been helping me like the saint she is. That same night, she came over, assisting me in getting me right.
"I read up on the addiction sites." She said as she walked into the living room, two water bottles in her hands. She handed me one then moved to sit beside me, pulling her feet up into the couch, something I didn't care about at all when it came to us but I hated when other people put their feet on my couch. But I guess this goes with the fact that she's been my best friend from the very beginning.
"Why?" I questioned after I cracked open the bottle, looking over at her as she pulled her thick dark hair up into a bun.
"What do you mean, why?" Kandi asked, frowning as she stared back at me.
"Why were you on addiction sites?" I clarified.
"Because you're addicted to sex." I rolled my eyes. "You can't tell me you're not addicted to sex."
"Just because I like it, I'm addicted?" Kandi made a face.
"Sex addiction is more than just the desire of having sex. You think about sex constantly and it affects your day." I let out a small grunt of disapproval in which Kandi shook her head. "Bili, you know I know you right? I see the way your eyes glaze over when you think about sex. You just know how to play it off somehow." I grunted, throwing my head back on the couch.
"I got it bad." I whispered.
"You do. But if I know anyone that can handle this, it's you." I looked over at my best friend and pouted. She reached over, combing hair out of my face and smiled. "Are you ready?"
"Do I really have to go through this?"
"Babe, I'm trying to help you." Kandi reminded me. I sighed.
"I know." I whispered defeatedly. "But, this is making it seem like I'm on drugs or something. I don't have to go to rehab to get better." Kandi frowned.
"I mean, it's best if you go though." I shrugged.
"There has to be another way." Kandi thought for a minute. She sighed as she looked back at me.
"B, you're making this very hard for yourself."
"I'm trying okay. I'm not ashamed of my past or my present."
